In fact, I don’t.
Katy and I went to the gym on sunday to try and get back into the exercise groove. The grunter was there when we arrived. There are several stereotypical gym members: the poser, the socialite, the fitness nut. We had to endure the grunter this weekend. You know the type: every move that is made by the grunter seems to require tremendous force and the only way to get it done is to make an obscene amount of noise, as though extracting strength from the air itself. Decidedly unpleasant. The atmosphere in the gym really wasn’t helped by the grunter’s choice in music. The post title was the only lyric in a song that lasted well over 10 minutes. At least he left shortly after we arrived, so we managed to get a decent workout with decent music.
We had a nice weekend, generally. I mowed the grass (while it was still less than a foot high – unheard of!) and Katy met the midwife assigned to her for the first time on saturday (about 6 weeks later than she should have, but no harm done) and we went into town on sunday to do a bit of shopping (I bought new frying pans, yaaaaaaaaay!) and to catch a movie. We watched Wanted. Some people don’t like it but I found that, even though it’s a no-brainer and that bits of it are far-fetched and/or predictable, I was thoroughly entertained for 2 hours so it’s all good in my books.
I made coq au vin for dinner and prepared some prepared some tandoori chicken, which was left marinading overnight for tonight’s dinner. Besides that, not a whole lot happened. The cats got fuss, the fish still need cleaning out and all is generally well in the world.